"We're running out of time. Let's suppress this spirit flame first."
The two figures dropped straight down.
They gazed at the protective flames that had naturally formed between heaven and earth as the Spirit Treasure matured below.
Wang Longxin slapped his hand against his waist. A reddish-brown gourd, its surface engraved all over with Talisman patterns, flew from his side. Bolstered by True Essence, it instantly swelled dozens of times in size and floated above the spiritual flame.
He drew several mysterious Runes in the air with one hand. The stopper popped free, and the Runes on the gourd's body flickered. A terrifying suction force burst from its mouth, swallowing the spiritual flame in the valley as if it were a black hole.
"What an Object-Seizing Hundred-Treasure Art!"
Qiao Zhenmu praised him softly, then no longer hesitated. Dao Light burst from his body as he pressed his palms together, and pale blue True Essence spread out, forming the phantom image of a pair of enormous hands.
A glint flashed in Qiao Zhenmu's eyes. He formed a Dao Seal with his hand and struck down with his palm. The giant hand behind him whipped up raging winds, and its palm fell like a mountain, leaving a hundred-meter-long palm print in the ground.
Under the force of the fierce winds, a single palm strike extinguished the spiritual flames within a radius of two or three li.
"The Jialan Ten-Seal Palm... Junior Brother Qiao truly is a genius with the potential to rank among the top thousand in the Branch Lineage competition. You've probably already cultivated this Jialan Ten-Seal Palm to the third palm, haven't you?"
Wang Longxin's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help looking up at Qiao Zhenmu beside him.
His counterpart had entered the Golden Core realm less than a hundred